You crouch down behind a car breathing hard, rifle in your hand, finger near the trigger. Smoke billows from the buildings, the city in total carnage. Screams of death piercing the cold evening air that sends chill down your spine.

Great day for a walk huh. You peer though the shattered windows when suddenly you're jerked backwards and slammed against the car, a body pinned to your own.

"and who do we have here" a stranger's rough voice growls in the dark, tilting your chin up with the muzzle of your own gun